Work in Progress.

There is a reason the world seems more at rest under a thick layer of misty fog.

Anticipation, but first peace. A comfort is found in the weight of what should be its normal state.

By the wrong of one the whole world began to shrivel and die, but the weight of the fog reminds the ground that soon restoration will be found.

Like the temple being pressed down under the glory, the death and decay shall be pressed and destroyed one day under a greater glory.

The habitation of glory. The erasing of all that has destroyed. The pausing of death. Through the mist that reminds of how thick the incense of worshipful prayer should be, the shadow of how pressing the glory should be calls out to us.

Let My praises fill the Earth. Never cease to thicken the atmosphere with that which allows Me to inhabit and shake off all that I have dominion over. All that I have created desires My presence to fall and eliminate for all time the curse that struck down the cycle of life. See the mist. See the fog.

See the way it diffuses the light of the sun. Every ray goes a thousand directions as will my power if you fill the Earth with my praises and worship me.

Let the thickness and beauty of the mist always be a reminder to you of the power and presence of your worship.

©Kristen Garcia 7-2013

Let the Treasure Return - 6-1-13

Take my hand.

Let me look at you. See you from all vantage points.

Do a little spin and let your dress swirl its colors around.

A small turn and a rush of beauty. Let my hand guide you near me.

You love me. You truly love me.

But yet, I have to work so hard to see a smile. Why can't it come easier? Why can't it be an instant reaction?

Let me hold you close. If I smile enough at you will it eventually be enough to break through the life; the weight of what I have placed on you?

Or has it been so long since you knew deep sourced happiness that the battle will be long and hard fought - yet won - to see it return to you?

It is you I come home to.

Past the thousands of screaming fans that idolize me, but have no desire to remain with my heart - it is you I come home to.

A place of love. Of being searched out in my mind and heart. To a place where I can just be.

To spin you into my arms. To take in the beauty that makes my heart swell. But without my greatest treasure, is all my effort in vain?

Let my love soak in. Know you are secure by my side and just let me take you in.

Soak in my love and let it raise up the smile of a heart returning to unbreakable happiness.

Breathe.

Spin.

Come close.

Smile

©Kristen Garcia 6-2013